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July 11, 2012

Sitting in Church and struggling against the stupid prevailing thought that the picture on the wall is ever so slightly crooked.

Listening to someone at a business meeting and trying to not pay attention to the fact that the person’s fingernails are longish and unkempt (it was a guy…).

Talking with someone and thinking “If only I could tuck this wayward strand of hair behind her ear…”

I like order. I like symmetry.

At the core of every ordered system, whether a family or a factory, is chaos. But in the whirl of every chaos lies a strange order, waiting to be found.

The Darkest Evening of the Year, Dean Koontz

Symmetry.

It looks rather tempting.

But when you think about it, it’s a dangerous temptation (like almost all of them…)

They say, if one’s face will be completely symmetrical, the person would look hideous, unhuman. (You can click here for the experiment that was done to see what would happen if our faces were symmetrical. Quite fun, actually.)

Our bodies aren’t symmetrical either.

The Earth is round, but if you take into account all the rivers and valleys and mountains, it’s hardly symmetrical.